Chapter 35: Kevin

T he succubus closes the door to her chambers with a loud click. I tug at the collar around my neck with a finger and groan in frustration. While I'm always up (literally) to try all sorts of kinky shit, being paraded like this in an archdemon's fortress, in front of the evil bastard himself… it's really fucking demeaning.

I turn towards Naamah and her lavender eyes flare at the sight of me collared, as if she briefly forgot she was literally holding my leash. She visibly catches herself and glares at me instead.

"That is the last time you will speak in Uncle's presence without being invited to do so."

I bristle at the chastising tone of her voice. It's not that I can't stand women in charge. Heck, my best friend is female and my team leader. But I never expected to be in a submissive position in a sexual relationship. This demoness would have me performing tricks on command if it was up to her.

"It's not like he was gonna tell me anything if I didn't ask!" Am I whining? Seriously, who have I become? I take a deep calming breath. "If there's a chance our missing team member is still alive, I wanna know. And of course I'm worried about Lana!" I can feel myself winding up again like a toy soldier. "He could have hurt her and I'd never even know!"

Naamah blows air out of her nose, only it actually comes out in puffs of smoke. "You would know, my pet, as you would be out on your sweet little ass. If you carry on like this, said ass will be encased in a funeral shroud. And that would be such a waste." Her voice started out as angry, but in the end it turned into a seductive purr.

I'm practically vibrating with a mix of frustration and humiliation as I bring my face to hers. "Don't call me that," I growl.

Instead of getting mad right back, her lips stretch into a devilish smile. Her tail wraps around my thigh, the tip pressing against my crotch and making my dick twitch. A puff of air, too close to a grunt, escapes from my lips and she squeezes tighter until I'm lightheaded from all the blood rushing down south.

"A punishment is in order, I think," she whispers against my lips. "A spanking will do nicely."